Life is not without some irony
For he was my first love. My one and only.
The one who could make the world disappear with one warm embrace. The one who would quench my thirst (literally). The one who would kiss my forehead before we fucked. Yes, my one and only.
But he was also the one who tear me down physically and emotionally. The one who would berate me with unimaginably harsh words. The one who would never forgive me. Yes, my one and only.